14TH JANUARY 2031 7:15 AM – ALVAS CITY AIRPORT
She had done it again. She was going to doom herself. No, she had doomed herself already. They were taking the private jet out of the country in about twenty minutes. They would be in Europe for a few days, if everything went well and according to plan, the trip would only for eight days max. They were heading to london first, a seven hour fifty five minute flight. They would spend three days in there and head to Lyon, then Italy. She said Italy because their precise destination in the country was still unknown to her. Apparently, Samuel was the only one that knew all about it.
alter probably had an idea what they were doing in there, a very clear idea and he was not the least talkative guy on the records team. Why was she being so stupid?! This whole thing was only going to backfire on her. She saw Samuel approach her seat, she acknowledged his presence with her eyes before they went back to the files on her makeshift desk. She had ignored him since it happened, even this morning and no amount of handsome eyes or charming smiles or gestures was going to make her quit now. He took the file from her and dropped it on the other side of the desk so she was forced to actually look at him.
“What's wrong Rita?” He had the gall to ask. After that proposition, which she took. She pulled her gaze away from him and reached for the files. He slid them further away from her reach. She groaned and threw him an angry glare. “It's about yesterday, isn't it?” He asked. He already knew the answer but he wanted to hear it from her. The increase in her glare told him all he wanted to know.
Samuel sighed. “ ”Look, i broke one of your conditions first, and more than once. I'm sorry.” He was only partly sorry and they both knew it. “I took care of the Walter problem.” he said.
Which led her to wonder what he meant by ‘took care of’.
“You can punish me however you like.”
The word ‘punish’ brought dirty thoughts to her mind and she tried to chase them away but they nearly carried her away. They got their hooks into her and a devious and possibly very reckless wicked malevolent idea popped in her head.
The look she gave him sent a bolt of heat down to his shaft, and she did not know it or maybe she did. Meanwhile his words sent dread to his stomach as he awaited her reaction.
“Really? However?” she asked.
“Yes.” he answered coolly, meanwhile he could feel beads of sweat form at the back of his neck.
“Ok then.”
He was half expecting her to get him on his knees and make him crawl, an idea he had no idea where it came from or why it got him excited, part of him rebelled against it. She did the opposite of what he expected though. She snatched the files from beneath his hands and went back to reviewing them and ignoring him. The seatbelt warning turned red, signaling the jet was about to go on the runway. Rita put the files away and strapped herself in. This trip was going to prove interesting.
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Nearly two hours in the air and with nothing more on her mind but plotting and boredom. Rita gathered up the nerve to put her devious plans in motion. She got up from her seat and walked over to Samuel's. He was looking over more files but his attention turned to her when she drew closer and pushed the makeshift desk aside.
No. No getting sidetracked. She was punishing him. But that did not mean she could not have a little fun herself.
Fuck this was bad! If she did not stop soon he would not take it any longer but he did not want her to stop. All this came out of nowhere and he did not have the time to brace for impact, let alone think.
Her ass slowly rubbed against his dick and he felt like he was going to explode in his pants, all the while he could not touch her because she had told him not to, she cornered him. Penalty for cracking was her walking out and no interaction with her whatsoever for a week. Damn it if he knew that what happened yesterday was going to lead to this he would not have done it and stupid Walt just made it worse. He guessed that was the idea of punishing him. He could not buck his hips either, it was maddening torture. And she was loving every second of it.
Just before he was at his end, she got up and went back to her desseat, all without so much as a glance his way. Damn it! That was her plan, to kill him with blue balls. He was not going to get anything done today with his dick stretched so painfully in his pants like this. If he went to the bathroom, she would know her plan was working better than expected. This was one hell of a way to get him punished. She continued to ignore him, paying attention only to the papers and the screen in front of her. It felt like more than an hour before he could not take it anymore, he got up and went to the bathroom.
Ok, the sounds coming out of the bathroom should not supposed be heard. By anyone, let alone her. She just hoped these barrier between them and the cockpit was actually soundproof unlike the bathroom. Rita squeezed her legs together to keep the wetness from escaping though by now she was sure her panties were already soaked through all thanks to her needy pussy.
Samuel emerged from the bathroom, Rita trained her eyes on the screen in front of her and pretended like she did not hear anything. She caught a glimpse of his black pants moving back to his seat, a certain part of his pants were still very much obvious. She felt her wetness threaten to run on her thighs and this time clenching them together would do nothing to stop it.
By the time it came for the plane to land Rita had already thought of a hundred and one ways to torture Samuel in the span of a week or less all while enjoying herself. She had not seen this devious side of herself in a long time. It was refreshing.
This plan was a short term thing, same with the punishment she was dishing. This brand at least. This was going to bite her back someday, there was no question about it so she would enjoy her time in the sun for however long or short it lasted.
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Damn it all. That was Samuel's thought when he felt himself grow in his hand again. All this because of one lap dance? He pumped his length. Instead of his hand he imagined it was Rita there with him in the shower, naked, water cascading down her body, beautiful, waiting and all his. Drawing closer to him and pressing her body up against his, raising her left leg up to his torso, exposing her pussy to his thigh, he picked her up and thrust into her warm heat, with each moan, each lust drugged word of encouragement that slipped from her lips, the faster he thrusted his hips till he came apart on his hands with a growl.
This was just day one. Goddess help him.
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Rita was bone tired but felt giddy, almost powerful with what she had done this afternoon, to have an alpha down for the count and him unable to do anything about it. But truth be told this plan of hers was a double edged sword, she could not keep using her hands when the real thing was right there. Not with him at least, but who then. Sakaer had scared her from interacting with most men, especially if they were new faces. She could just use Samuel, it was not like he had not done the same to her before or had stated otherwise before their flight. She was just returning the favour and taking him up on his offer. Trouble was, she was not ready to cross that line yet. Not really.
Her phone rang and she answered. “Hello Samuel,” she said in a sultry voice.
“Come on at least give me some time to get hold of my bearings.”
“How does no sound?”
“At least give me a fighting chance.” he begged. Oh she was loving this. “This isn't war Mr Princeton, this is your punishment.”
“How about a warning next time?” he pleaded.
She bit her lip and answered. “If i see it fit.”
“How long was this supposed to last?”
She thought about it and let go of her lip. “A week.” she grinned.
“A whole week?!”
“Yes, got any problem with that?”